Ant McNaught

Well, it was wintertime
in New York City,
absentee landlord.
Ah, but our hearts
were filled with loving.
Heat of love
was all we could afford.
We were going to live forever
and live for our love
and I swore I’d never
forsake a love that only love
could make me worthy of.
 
Across the years,
I hear you calling.
I fell hard
and I’m still fallen,
fallen through this world
until, at last, it seems
all I have to catch me
is this net of dreams.
So, if your dream-come-true
has me waiting there for you,
I will be waiting all night long.
 
All night long,
I feel your heartbeat.
All night long,
and your body heat.
All night long,
and your breath so sweet.
All night long.
If your dream-come-true
has me waiting there for you,
I will be waiting all night long.
 
In my dreams,
the mimosa smells so sweet
and the crickets speak of love
and your body
shining up from sheets
reflects the moon above.
 
Roll over, babe,
give me one more kiss.
Do I spend my life dreaming
of moments like this?
It’s a crime.
Why did I find you at a time
when my heart wasn’t mine to give?
 
Across the years,
I hear you calling.
I fell hard
and I’m still fallen,
fallen through this world
until, at last, it seems
all I have to catch me
is this net of dreams.
So, if your dream-come-true
has me waiting there for you,
I will be waiting all night long.
 
All night long,
I feel your heartbeat.
All night long,
and your body heat.
All night long,
ah, your breath so sweet.
All night long.
If your dream-come-true
has me waiting there for you,
I will be waiting all night long.